Harriette Madyson was seven years old the first time she killed a zombie. It was her father.
Twenty years later, she's buried almost everyone she's ever loved - a stepfather, an adoptive mother, an entire farm full of survivors who took her in for one winter and were gone by the next. The last is her fianc , Marquis: dead for over five years now, and still hunting her across a frozen, emptied-out world with a hunger that never lets up. Harri carries two things wherever she goes: a worn photo of parents she can barely remember, and the son she gave birth to and has kept hidden ever since - a baby who never grew, never learned to walk, and has never stopped crying with a hunger of his own.
She isn't running anymore. She's going home - back to the house where it all started, to lay what's left of her family to rest together, and to let Marquis finally catch her.
Between here and there lies a world gone still: towns full of statue-frozen zombies waiting for a thaw, a farmhouse she can't stop reliving, and a childhood that keeps pulling her under whether she wants it to or not. Every mile closer costs her something - an ankle, a fever, whatever's left of her grip on what's real.
Harri already knows how this ends. She just needs to get there on her own terms.
A story about grief, motherhood, and the particular kind of loneliness that outlives the end of the world itself.